He felt as if he was being watched, and the entire time he was covered in goose bumps. He had a strange feeling being in the home. As he finished looking around the first floor he heard the faint scream of a woman from upstairs. He quickly rushed to the staircase leading up. As he reached the stairs he saw the shadow of a person enter a room.
He darted up the stairs and into the room the shadow had entered. He saw what seemed like an almost empty room with nothing more than a bed. He walked to the bed and looking down at the floorboards saw the decayed remains of a woman. Next to the pile of bones was a small handgun. He put a hand over his mouth. The body was so decayed at this point it seemed she must have shot herself years ago. A cold touch swept up over him, which he took as a sign to leave.
Before he did so he picked up a small piece of paper that had been laid carefully on the bed and read it.
My dearest Joseph,
I knew the day you left to fight this God forsaken war that my life was over. You had lied to me. You had not meant to of course, but I knew you were never coming back to me and I could not go on without you. I will wait patiently on the other side for your return.
Viktor stood by his truck, speechless. No one’s death has ever affected him like Maria’s had. He knew deep down that Joseph would never return from Berlin. Hell, it was the capitol of the country they were at war with. How could any soldier possibly complete a mission like that?
He turned to his truck and opened the door. He sat back in his seat and slammed the door shut. As he started up the engine, he heard the same woman’s voice as earlier, only this time it wasn’t a scream, but sobbing. As he started to drive off he looked in his rearview mirror to see the silhouette of a woman standing in the dusty window of the upstairs room—the same room in which Maria had taken her life.
Chills filled Viktor’s body as he sped off. Miles down the road when he’d finally lost his goose bumps, Viktor stomped on the brakes and almost swerved into a tree to avoid hitting a man standing in the road. When Viktor looked up from the near accident, he saw faded image of a Russian soldier carrying a bag over his shoulder, a helmet in the other hand. Viktor sat in his truck and watched the man slowly walk towards the direction of Maria’s home red sky and grey clouds hanging overhead of him.
“Joseph?”
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Dedications: Thank you to my beta-readers, Vix Kirkpatrick, Joy Buchanan and to the first responders and men and women of the armed forces, you have my admiration and respect for all the sacrifices you endure to keep us all safe.